Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Venezuela and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Cluster to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
The Knickerbockers,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
The Evens,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
Q65,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
Nirvana,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
Visage,
Franke,
The United States of America,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.